[Somehow Jeff knows there's something amiss before he even gets through the door, although even that suspicion can't prepare him for the sight. He freezes in the doorway without properly registering anything before him, staring, dead eyed at a clean spot of the floor. It's something he can't even begin to process, his mind still wrestling with whether to walk in or turn tail and run the fuck away as quick as he can. There's almost some relief that the decision is made for him as he feels an arm suddenly around him and a change in scenery. Jeff doesn't even try to get away from the grip.
The release has him stumbling, dropping to his knees heavily and retching, and for once in his life he seriously doesn't care if he's ruining the pants of his nice, expensive suit. Where they are doesn't even matter (he's glad to be away from whatever that was, but if the last visual clue hadn't been enough, the voice he hears solidifies the fact he's well and truly fucked.
He gives himself a second before turning his gaze towards his company, brows lowered as he swipes the back of his hand briefly over his lips.]
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The release has him stumbling, dropping to his knees heavily and retching, and for once in his life he seriously doesn't care if he's ruining the pants of his nice, expensive suit. Where they are doesn't even matter (he's glad to be away from whatever that was, but if the last visual clue hadn't been enough, the voice he hears solidifies the fact he's well and truly fucked.
He gives himself a second before turning his gaze towards his company, brows lowered as he swipes the back of his hand briefly over his lips.]
What the fuck...?